Coming of age

Benny and I went to a “coming of age” themed party last night, and for a while we were the only people dressed in costume besides an awesome roller disco-dressed pal. So I’m not sure how grown up we are. I guess I could make the argument that being grown up is dressing up for a costume party and not worrying whether other people are going to dress up. What I do know is that being grown up is a lot more than being organized, because if that were the case, I would have been grown up a long time ago.

This week’s animation gets extra points for the part where it seems like Grandmother Cat is getting a prank call from a cow. She’s not, but it sure seems like it at first.

Lemon grab

Cartoon lemons in positions of authority sure scream a lot, don’t they?

Russian around the Christmas tree

Getting a Christmas tree in Russia seems really difficult if this is what Father Christmas has to do to get one.

Eccentric Daisyland

It seemed a little odd to me that anybody going to a place called Daisyland would be concerned about keeping on schedule, but to be fair to the father in this, the train doesn’t reach its destination by the first day of Summer even though it leaves before the first day of Spring. Maybe Daisyland is in Chile or something.

That ice is slowly melting

I started this blog nearly five years ago as a way to keep from going insane at work, and for a while it worked. Once I started posting, my life consisted of more than my job, and I felt like little portions of my brain were reawakening from a long nap. And then, things started changing at work. My job has taken over again. People ask unfathomable questions, and I keep trying to answer them. Bosses are asking for 110% while paying me 75%, and I go along with it. It’s dark when I get home. My brain is too tired to post here, even on the weekends. I can’t maintain my blog while my job is like this, and it seems that my job is going to be like this from here on out.

So, I’m quitting. My job, not Fancy Notions. A person has to realign her priorities from time to time. Expect more posting here soon, and thank you for your patience.

This may take some time

I’m going out of town for the weekend, so you get your Saturday cartoon a day early.

If you would like to understand this cartoon a little better, you may want to read the post on WFMU’s blog about Cosmism. Hell, it’s the weekend. What else are you going to do, read the Sunday paper?

Scout’s honor

I seem to have giant fowl legs on the brain this week, but consciously I chose to share this cartoon because it has a good message. That message is: Be prepared and carry a hacksaw, roll of duct tape, remote-control mouse, bagel, spool of wire, 6-volt lantern battery, apple and fire extinguisher in your satchel at all times, just in case you encounter a witch, a hypnocat, Kaschei the Deathless and a three-headed dragon after you’ve been abducted in the middle of your model-car making by a flock of geese. Remember it well.

via metafilter

Doghouse and Senate

I may not agree with this dog’s politics, but dang if he doesn’t have a fantastic all-girl marching band:

A big saddle, a carpet and a TV

I guess the Estate of George Harrison can’t very well sue for copyright infringement here, can it?

Oh wait; I guess it can. Interesting.

Silly goose

Where have I been all week? Oh, you know, it’s autumn. I guess I’ve been spending a little too much time with my friends Harriet Carter, Lillian Vernon, and Miles Kimball browsing the apothecary section of the Vermont Country Store. Maybe it’s time to put down the catalogs and enjoy a Saturday morning cartoon.

Thanks for the time of year reminder, Steph. Are you wearing your comfort-legs?
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